The sight of the pandemonium in play brought Lady Ormsby and Helena to a halt on the threshold. Wuffles had somehow managed to leap up and pull Mrs. Fanshawe’s elaborate hat off her head. He now dragged it around the room, growling and shaking his prize in triumph. Mrs. Fanshawe lay prostrate on the sofa, sobbing, and screaming for Emily to “catch that bleedin’ dog.” Emily, on her hands and knees, pulled at one side of the maltreated confection in an effort to coax Wuffles to release his trophy.
Helena took one look at the chaos and burst out laughing. So did Lady Ormsby. Their combined mirth affected even Emily, who gave up the tussle and sat on the floor, giggling. Mrs. Fanshawe’s face turned scarlet with rage. Wuffles managed to rip a large bunch of purple grapes off the crown of the hat and tossed it into the air with an exultant yap.
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